Good For Nothing

I'm boring

I'll stay inside and rot in bed all day

And you won't wonder why

I'm not moving

In a casket made of dirty laundry

So I'll just sit and wait

I won't talk unless you talk to me first

I guess that makes it worse

Because we don't talk these days

But a bad friend is still a friend either way

At least I hope I still have a place with you

It's like you always said

Just put your best foot first

But what does that mean

When you say I'm the fucking worst?

It's like you never said

But always made me feel like

I'm good for nothing

I'm good at nothing

I'm weak

But I'd like to think there's

Another part of me

That's not spineless

Always nervous

And I'd like to think you think the same

That it's just my luck

And it's fucked